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In Another Time	By : KiraIsJudgement Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello Everyone! This is the first story I have ever written longer then ten pages. I hope I am doing this right. I have including many characters from my favorite animes, including Naruto, Inuyasha, Deathnote, and Samurai Champloo. I will do my best to keep the characters true to their anime personalities. I hope to have fun with this and hope you enjoy this. If you are going to leave a rating of one, please explain why.

Disclamer: I own none of the aforementioned characters or shows / mangas. I make no money from this and will never make money doing this. This is only a fanfict. I do not own or make money from the fandoms Inuyasha, Deathnote, Samurai Champloo, or Naruto. I did not own any of the characters or story lines.
　

　

　

In Another Time

Chapter One: Reunion
　

　

The brakes of the truck made an ear twinging squeal as it slowed to a stop across from the seemingly never ending brick wall, and gothic iron gates.

Not quite ready to face this world, and refusing to inspect her surroundings, she turned the key and sent the engine into a sputtering stop, then pressed the e-brake down until the loud clicking ceased. She placed her keys into an empty, small black purse, mostly for show rather than for need. It had been so long since she�d gone out, that she hadn�t had much use for one.

After taking in a deep breath, followed by a sigh, she forced herself to examine the area. Knowing exactly where to look her, eyes came to rest to the left of the eerie, black gates. There he was, as he was every year on this day, leaning against the red block wall. His eyes were closed and head tilted down, almost as if he was asleep. His spiky, bright red hair was set off nicely by the long brown duster that hung over his tall, slim, build stopping mid-calf just short of his leather military boots. Someone might have mistaken him as loitering, but no one would dare tell him to move. Most people knew of him, and knew enough to stay away. Even though he was young, his air demanded respect. There weren�t many people that would try and go against that.

Relief came over her as she watched. He looked well. She had been worried that he was putting himself in situations that would be trouble, and she desperately didn�t want to lose him. He was the only family, or at least what she could think of as family, she had left. Just as soon as a smiled started to form, a burning built up in her eyes. A tear rolled down her ivory cheek. They were here again. Another year had passed, and this anniversary didn�t seem as if it was going to be any easier on her then the last two.

She took one last second to look herself over in the small rear view mirror. Wiped away the pain forming in her pale blue eyes and smoothed her long raven hair. Breathing deep once more she grabbed the door handle. She peered at him, trying to find the courage to open the door. Searching his face for signs of the encouragement she needed right now.

His eyelids opened slowly. Deep green eyes that stood out brilliantly within the dark circles around them, met hers.

She gave him a half hearted smile, and received an expressionless stare in return. The look seemed to say nothing, but it made her smile grow larger. She knew him well enough to know that was how he was, and she would never try to change him. Though he was much better at hiding it then her, he was also in pain. And the understanding that she wasn�t alone sunk in. She grabbed the handle, pulled it, and threw her weight into the door, forcing it to screech open.

Long boots clicked against the pavement as she flattened her skirt and pulled her shirt taunt. Aside from her stark white blouse, she was dressed purely in black, matching the dress code of other people walking through the gates. She pulled out her coat, and slammed the door shut on her dark blue piece of junk truck. Slipping the coat over her small frame, it came to rest at ankle length. She was glad she brought it. Dark clouds were beginning to form and a breeze was building up, giving a cool relief to this hot summer day. She knew the rain was coming. Even though the weather man claimed otherwise, it was going to. It always did.

The street hadn�t changed much.

A group of teens, with seemingly no direction in life, gathered in front of the local Mini Mart to the right of her, hackling customers as they tried to slip through the kids unnoticed and unbothered. She wondered if they were the ones responsible for all the graffiti covering the area.

To the left, a small flower stand bought beauty to this dingy place. Brightly colored carnations and roses rested inside of grey five gallon buckets. A largely built, black man paced in front of his stand carrying a handful of carnations, sweetly approaching a small fragile woman walking towards to gates, trying to make a sell.

Yes, this street, hell this whole city, never changed. A constant battle between the long time residents, whom cherished this place for what it once was, and the young people, that despised it for what is was now, still raged on. It was a never ending war of control that would soon come to leave this city in even more ruin.

Sadden, she sighed over the condition of her childhood home. Though it didn�t surprise her, it still left her feeling empty inside. She hated coming back here, and loved it at the same time. So much had happened on these streets, some memories she cherished, and others she prayed to forget.

With one last look over the dying, yet vibrant, street, she began to cross. One foot in front of the other she moved towards the gates, and towards him.

Soon standing in front of him, she connected with his eyes once more. She was too close for him to hide behind a poker face any longer. His eyebrows dipped and his red, kanji tattoo began to stretch as his forehead frowned, in an unmistakable sign of sadness. Her gaze dratted to the ground, unable to look at her rock beginning to crack as if afraid she might brake as well.

�Hello, Gaara,� she managed to whisper.

�Hinata,� he replied.

Silence overcame them. Standing there in front of the iron gates, an uneasiness fell over the reunited friends. It had been so long since they had seen each other, and emotions were stirring so fast that she didn�t know what to say. Laugh? Cry? Unable to decide what was the best thing to do, Hinata did the only thing that felt right. Leaning in, she buried her head into his shoulder and threw her arms around him. Holding him tight, she fought off the tears.
Gaara tensed, stunned to have her so close. It had been a while since someone held him so endearingly, and it seemed so foreign. Slowly accepting her embrace, he melted. Wrapping his arms around her, and laying a cheek against the jet black hair, he held her. He could feel her breathing stumble as she fought off tears and he tightened his grip allowing her to lose it, supported by him. He was here for her and wasn�t going to let go until she was ready.

The strange feeling of joy overcame him, as tears bled through his duster. It had been a year since he saw her last, only connected by a few, random calls, throughout the year. Calls that seemed odd, unnatural, and made him worry. The way her voice sounded and the subjects of the calls were out of place and were a cause for alarm. It worried him, but seeing her here, acting like herself, and caring for him as the older brother he felt like, was a relief. She was okay, which meant he didn�t have to beat the shit out of a certain someone� yet.

Minutes passed and he started to run his fingers through her hair and it wasn�t much longer before she began calm down. Breathing slowed to a normal steady pace, and she stood. Deep green met pale blue as he searched in her eyes for a sign that she was ready to go on. And he found it, the deep determination he knew was within her. Her jaw clenched and a eyes squinted, as she returned his deep gaze, this time not avoiding it.

It was time.

He rested one arm around her shoulder and led her through the beckoning gates, passing a large plaque reading,

Angeles Rosedale Cemetery

　

Hinata allowed herself to be led by Gaara through the gates and down the rows of black asphalt towards the gravesite.

She knew exactly how to get there, a right after the gate, and follow the road as it curved around. Stopping when they came to their landmark. A large dogwood tree, that always seem to be in bloom. Today was no different as the bright white flowers told them it was time to step off the road and move back towards the brick wall.

Her feet sank slightly into the freshly watered grass as she walked towards their destination. Refusing to step on headstones and avoiding walking over where someone might be resting, she came to the one she know all to well.

Neji Hyuga

Beloved Brother and Friend

Born 10-11-1990

Passed 10-12-2007
She stepped out of Gaara�s hold and dropped to her knees, feeling the smooth stone under her hands. She brushed away the leaves and dirt, slowly beginning to polish the black granite stone with the loving caress of her touch.

Tears flowed down her face and a unmovable lump formed within her throat. Forcing her voice through it she managed a simple greeting, �Hello, Brother.�

Silence fell over them for an awkward moment, almost as if she was waiting for her brother to answer, but nothing came.

She managed one more deep push through the blockage. �I�ve missed you.� Nothing more was said, nothing more needed to be.

Minutes passed, and the headstone was just starting to shine, when the first rain drops hit.
　

He heard it was going to be sunny all day today, but knew that bastard on the 8 o�clock news was lying. Gaara pushed aside his duster and pulled out the small black package nestled under his belt, right next to his black Rutgers 9mm. He removed the strip and pushed a little metal button, causing package to unfold into a decently sized umbrella.

He knelt down, placing one hand on her shoulder, and holding the umbrella over them with the other.

�Come,� his voice steady and emotionless and he face, �We need to talk.�

Slowly they rose and she turned toward him, grief filling her eyes. The site of her tender face in such pain tugged on his heart.

�Here, take it.� He handed over the umbrella. She took it and headed down to the road, where she stopped and waited.

Once he ensured that she was far enough way not to hear him, he directed his attention to his friend.

�Negi.� His eyes fixed on the words he had once picked out, Beloved Brother and Friend. He always considered Negi to be as a older brother to him, and Hinata as a sister. They grow up together and faced the world together, but now things had changed. His family was falling apart, and he was losing everyone close to him.

Gaara wished he could ask his friend for advice and receive the guidance he needed. Negi always knew the right thing to say or do. Always, except for one time.

If the roles had been reversed, if he had been telling someone what to do, Negi would never had stood for the actions he, himself, had done.

Negi had been found, dumped in a gutter like a piece of trash, with a single gunshot through his heart. He must have bled out, dying slowly, surrounded by the enemy. He had made it deep into Yakuza territory, but had been brought back, left on the street that marked the beginning of Gaara�s territory, the Bakuto�s territory.

The two organizations co-existed reasonable well. Keeping violence and deaths to a minimal, and staying in peace, or at least at least what you could call peace, with each other for years.

The Yakuza ruled the high scale area of Hollywood, not paying much attention to the slums, and normally wouldn�t have taken the time to kill off any Bakuto�s thugs. That is unless a pissed off Bakuto went into the syndicate territory to reclaim his woman, stolen by a Yakuza member. Stealing from the Yakuza, whether it was drugs or clients, and crossing the boundaries were two ways to guarantee retaliation.

Negi left the day after his birthday to face off against, the woman stealer, Inuyasha. Negi was talented, intelligent and would have been the victor if he hadn�t walked into a lions den. He never came back alive.

Gaara�s eyes began to sting, but he pushed it away. He wouldn�t cry. No way could he show that kind of weakness, even alone in a graveyard.

Sadness turned to anger as Gaara lashed out at the headstone, growling under his breath, �Stupid idiot. How dare you leave her? Us? Over what? A dime a dozen whore? A damn bitch?�

Anger filled him up, and his hands began to shake. His head clouded with contempt for all responsible for the death of his closest friend. It had been so hard to hold this all in for so long, bidding his time and making himself strong enough to uphold his word.

�Brother,� he began again. Kneeling down and placing his right hand on the granite slab as if it was a bible, pledging an oath to Negi that he had to himself three years ago. �The time has finally come. Inuyasha will feel the pain Hinata has. And then he will die. I will end his life with my own hand. You will be able to rest.�

By now his hair was soaked. Rain ran down his face, rolling slowly off his cheeks. He stood, turned, and went to join Hinata. Stopping just short of her he turned again and grave the headstone one last promise, �I swear it.�
　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　
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